Hills, hills, hills
This is another aspect of Brighton – the hills. There are hills everywhere and my car doesn’t like them. You go down, you go up, it’s never finished. Brighton reminds me of Lisbon, which is the town in Europe that was my “coup de foudre” in French – my “love at first sight”. Everywhere you walk in Brighton and in Lisbon you can see the other side of the city. There is always something new when you turn the street.